Just then the diner's door opened and a gnarled old man stepped in, his nose was viciously hooked and jogged to the left, evidence of a horrendous break, and his beard stretched all the way down to his badly scarred prosthetic leg. Her type? I could've guessed I wasn't at a glance, but my heart started racing all the same. Still though, you aren't my normal type." I guess the big guy didn't have a plan for that one. "You mean the train to the afterlife? You got hit by that train?" I nodded and she burst out laughing. She shook her head, little black curls swinging back and forth. I got hit by a train if you must know, some might say I tripped but I strongly suspect that big bastard pushed me." She just shook her head, staring me down. How the fuck did someone like you even get here?" She reached over, grabbing a mug and pouring herself a cup of coffee. Mega-Death didn't so much as reach out a hand to grab me. I tripped as I did it, barely catching myself on the bar. "Ship? That's cool!" I said, spinning quickly around to get a feel for my surroundings. "And trust me dude, you will NOT like the next guy you see." "I swear to God, if you call me Mega-Death one more time I'll toss you off the side of this ship," she said. Of the two of them I vastly preferred Mega-Death, even if she seemed to hate me.
The kind of girl I would've taken one look at in a coffee shop and dreamt about the rest of the day. Mega-Death was a pale, tatted up girl wearing scuffed converse and a loose black dress. The kind of guy whose truck always had a broken muffler, and who hogged every 45lb plate at the gym. Death had been a burly man in a too tight robe, clutching an oddly short scythe to his chest like a jealous lover.
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